Getting The Paper
NOTE: This chapter was originally written by the author Daqa. It was lost, but I managed to recover it and format it to fit this current story.
Patricia stands a moment longer in place, thinking. The enormous foot rests stationary on Billy’s body, his lungs are gradually being depressed inward, and he can’t get any more air in. He starts gasping and trembling under her for oxygen. His head spins.
Finally the foot launches forwards, into the air, and he takes a giant and much welcome breath before he falls back to the hard floor, and the air is crushed out of him again. Patricia has made the decision to fetch the paper, and heads towards the front door.
It’s like her foot is forcefully performing his respiration for him. Air shoots into his lungs when the foot zooms forward, and is pushed out again when her foot touches the floor and presses onto him. What’s scarier is that if she stands still for even a moment, his respiration is put on pause until she starts walking again. He is terrified that at some point, his mother will stop and stand on him for so long that she will accidentally suffocate him.
Not that being walked on is any better – his muscles burn and his joints ache from the stress of it. Whenever his mother takes a step, she has a habit of hooking her toes around the front end of her slipper so that it doesn’t slide off her foot. Now, with each step she takes her toes wrap around Billy’s skull and squeeze tight. His face is smushed by her toe flesh, and he is forced to inhale the saturated, sweaty odor that has built up between them.
Apart from the pain, he also must endure the shame of the direct view he is forced to look up at. He can see up between the spaces of his mother's toes, along her long toned legs, up to her slim underwear. Patricia's toes are clamped around his head, so he can’t even turn it and save himself the shame.
To Patricia, nothing is amiss. As she walks, she feels Billy’s belly compress softly, and his ribcage flex satisfyingly every time she steps onto the floor – but she confuses this for the foamy sole of her slipper.
Without inspecting him too closely, he feels much like the companion to her other slipper. The only issue is that she is vaguely aware that the open-toed end of the slipper (which is his head) feels a little narrow, and bulges for some reason – she assumes it was left outside in the rain or that the cat had been chewing on it, and caused it to deform a little. She is irritated by the feel of Billy’s round head under her toes, which were expecting a flat surface. She spends a moment pressing her toes down on his face, trying to mash it flat. Billy gasps and grunts, and tries unsuccessfully to twist his head out of the way of this onslaught, but the row of her toes is too wide for him to completely avoid. He feels like his head is being massaged by an elephant. Worse still, she is actually having some success; he feels his head start to become flatter, however it never gets too flat, as every now and again her toes pause, allowing his head to reform, before she resumes her crude efforts to reduce his density.
She steps outside and takes a couple of steps off the front porch, where the paper is lying on the front path. Billy screams as his back is ground against the brutal jagged cement. He feels like he is being grated with a cheese grater.
Patricia bends over to pick up the paper, which displaces much of her weight onto Billy’s chest and head. He manages to get a quick breath in and holds it, before the weight is alleviated somewhat from his top half and spreads back down his legs.
“Hi, Patty,” says a voice from across the fence. Patricia had just rotated back towards the house and was about to return inside when she heard her neighbor, Carol, call to her.
They engage in an extended conversation. Meanwhile, Billy finds himself in that dreaded position of being trapped under his mother’s stationary foot. His air supply is dwindling and the edges of his vision are darkening. Dizziness swirls around his head. He feels is about to pass out when his mother shifts her feet, leaning her weight onto her other foot. He takes in a huge breath.
Suddenly he is jerked up into the air as Patricia goes to use her foot to scratch an itch on her other leg. She intends to use the pointy front end of her slipper to do this, and so his head is dragged roughly up and down her lower leg with enough force to almost snap his neck.
Then he drops back down to the cement, with the warm heavy weight of her foot planted on top of him. Luckily, she shifts her weight every so often while talking, allowing him to get the occasional breath of air in, at least enough to remain conscious.
Patricia stands a moment longer in place, thinking. The enormous foot rests stationary on Billy’s body, his lungs are gradually being depressed inward, and he can’t get any more air in. He starts gasping and trembling under her for oxygen. His head spins.
Finally the foot launches forwards, into the air, and he takes a giant and much welcome breath before he falls back to the hard floor, and the air is crushed out of him again. Patricia has made the decision to fetch the paper, and heads towards the front door.
It’s like her foot is forcefully performing his respiration for him. Air shoots into his lungs when the foot zooms forward, and is pushed out again when her foot touches the floor and presses onto him. What’s scarier is that if she stands still for even a moment, his respiration is put on pause until she starts walking again. He is terrified that at some point, his mother will stop and stand on him for so long that she will accidentally suffocate him.
Not that being walked on is any better – his muscles burn and his joints ache from the stress of it. Whenever his mother takes a step, she has a habit of hooking her toes around the front end of her slipper so that it doesn’t slide off her foot. Now, with each step she takes her toes wrap around Billy’s skull and squeeze tight. His face is smushed by her toe flesh, and he is forced to inhale the saturated, sweaty odor that has built up between them.
Apart from the pain, he also must endure the shame of the direct view he is forced to look up at. He can see up between the spaces of his mother's toes, along her long toned legs, up to her slim underwear. Patricia's toes are clamped around his head, so he can’t even turn it and save himself the shame.
To Patricia, nothing is amiss. As she walks, she feels Billy’s belly compress softly, and his ribcage flex satisfyingly every time she steps onto the floor – but she confuses this for the foamy sole of her slipper.
Without inspecting him too closely, he feels much like the companion to her other slipper. The only issue is that she is vaguely aware that the open-toed end of the slipper (which is his head) feels a little narrow, and bulges for some reason – she assumes it was left outside in the rain or that the cat had been chewing on it, and caused it to deform a little. She is irritated by the feel of Billy’s round head under her toes, which were expecting a flat surface. She spends a moment pressing her toes down on his face, trying to mash it flat. Billy gasps and grunts, and tries unsuccessfully to twist his head out of the way of this onslaught, but the row of her toes is too wide for him to completely avoid. He feels like his head is being massaged by an elephant. Worse still, she is actually having some success; he feels his head start to become flatter, however it never gets too flat, as every now and again her toes pause, allowing his head to reform, before she resumes her crude efforts to reduce his density.
She steps outside and takes a couple of steps off the front porch, where the paper is lying on the front path. Billy screams as his back is ground against the brutal jagged cement. He feels like he is being grated with a cheese grater.
Patricia bends over to pick up the paper, which displaces much of her weight onto Billy’s chest and head. He manages to get a quick breath in and holds it, before the weight is alleviated somewhat from his top half and spreads back down his legs.
“Hi, Patty,” says a voice from across the fence. Patricia had just rotated back towards the house and was about to return inside when she heard her neighbor, Carol, call to her.
They engage in an extended conversation. Meanwhile, Billy finds himself in that dreaded position of being trapped under his mother’s stationary foot. His air supply is dwindling and the edges of his vision are darkening. Dizziness swirls around his head. He feels is about to pass out when his mother shifts her feet, leaning her weight onto her other foot. He takes in a huge breath.
Suddenly he is jerked up into the air as Patricia goes to use her foot to scratch an itch on her other leg. She intends to use the pointy front end of her slipper to do this, and so his head is dragged roughly up and down her lower leg with enough force to almost snap his neck.
Then he drops back down to the cement, with the warm heavy weight of her foot planted on top of him. Luckily, she shifts her weight every so often while talking, allowing him to get the occasional breath of air in, at least enough to remain conscious.
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June 10, 2023
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